Jermaine doesn't linger. It would be cruel. One look at Finn's red face and smeared tears and snot tells him that marinating even a moment longer than they had to here was going to make this that much harder.
With a quick motion, Jermaine dials the Jake-hand back to the beginning. Around them, dishes reformed, a vase of flowers reoriented itself on the table, Mom's crossbow unsplintered, and her adventuring bag returned right by her side.
"Finny, why don’t you hand mommy her neckerchief, sweetie?"
Jermaine doesn't look Finn in the eye as he takes the clock, smashing it hard over one knee.
The sound was deafening; alarm chimes playing loudly over the excited babble of Baby Finn while everything shifts. The scene they'd just been immersed in was now playing out through a cutout of an invisible wall, out of their reach.
On all sides, they were surrounded by a white expansive void. Jermaine doesn't hesitate for the second time, opening his arms to Finn and inviting him to hide his face against him. Silently, a few of his own tears begin to well up.
"C'mere, brother. You don't have to watch this again."
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With a quick motion, Jermaine dials the Jake-hand back to the beginning. Around them, dishes reformed, a vase of flowers reoriented itself on the table, Mom's crossbow unsplintered, and her adventuring bag returned right by her side.
"Finny, why don’t you hand mommy her neckerchief, sweetie?"
Jermaine doesn't look Finn in the eye as he takes the clock, smashing it hard over one knee.
The sound was deafening; alarm chimes playing loudly over the excited babble of Baby Finn while everything shifts. The scene they'd just been immersed in was now playing out through a cutout of an invisible wall, out of their reach.
On all sides, they were surrounded by a white expansive void. Jermaine doesn't hesitate for the second time, opening his arms to Finn and inviting him to hide his face against him. Silently, a few of his own tears begin to well up.
"C'mere, brother. You don't have to watch this again."